Waiting Poem by Igor Status

Five years ago the whole world,
for me retired into one and only
fateful word: 'Waiting',
that does exhaust me
like an hour-glass,
drop by drop
to the very bottom.

The tone of my passing smile
gets more and more
like a bitter grin
of my vulnerable heart,
that has experienced
all bitterness of woe
for these five years.

And even when I smile,
then inwardly I do
shed bitter tears
from my mental anguish,
and a smile is...
only a disguise.

My wistful eyes
have pensively reflected
the course of tragical events
for the long years,
drawing a source of inner light
from life-giving flickering of hope.


All vital values are reappraised
by me in private
during the poignant process
of waiting.

The whole world,
for me retired modestly
into the values
which are expressed in,
near to my heart,
the following words:
'Residential permit'
and 'Family reunion'.

We do count years
inspired merely
by cherished hope;
and in the obscure distance
we do try to make out
a silhouette
of the long-awaited meeting.